Dear Sun

Dear Sun,

Too many days of rain.

I dread this abominable rain upon rain. Too many weeks of dreariness and gutters overflowing with the rubbish of humanity.

A deluge of memories dilutes my soul and pours me into the dinge to translucently consort with the world.

Too easily is my patina tarnished and I sulk into an opaque worm halfheartedly contorting above a soggy demise. Too many rainy days and so many worms unearthed and then plunged to their deaths.

Hurry Sun!

Come--recede this morbid river from my eyes and dry my memories into the deepest wormholes of regret.

Sincerely,

Grey Worm